I don't own OLS, don't sue me


Copywrite 2001

Sorry this is so late. School is quite the bitch, but come May 25, I will be free of it
and able to get these done quicker. Hey, if this ends up sucking, tell me what I'm doing
wrong ok?

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Captain Jokhura, commanding officer of the Marl Fox, watched the transport as it

flew across the view port.


"Should I open fire sir?" a young lieutenant inquired.


"No", he answered. Why should they waste the energy to destroy the small craft

when the had a perfectly good bomb that was already made for it. "Hail them one last time,

and if they don't respond I'll take care of it myself."


The lieutenant did as ordered. "No response"


Jokhura frowned sternly. Lord Hazanko would not be pleased with this.


He pulled Kaalo's self-destruct from his vest pocket. He hesitated, feeling

something was wrong, and then pressed ACTIVATE.



~~~~*~~~~


Aisha Clan-Clan was convinced she was looking at a mad man. Not only had

Kaalo flown into the range of a battle cruiser, but the same one the had gotten him here!


"Are you crazy, or are you just stupid?!?" she screamed, frantically.


He just sat there, calm and cool as ever "Must you always yell? It makes my job

difficult having to listen to your pointless banter." he said, with no hint of urgency


"That's a battle cruiser!"


"You state the obvious"


"We're in it's range!"


"It's simply astounding how quickly you can deduce such complicated matters.
Watch

closely, imbecile."


Not knowing what else to do, Aisha watched. For a few seconds nothing happened,

then the larger ship exploded into a ball of flaming wreckage, with pieces of shrapnel

careening in all directions.


Aisha, for once, was speechless. "How in the-?" she managed.


"How? I might tell you later, but right now I don't feel like explaining it to you." He

looked at a monitor. "It's 6 AM, your time, I suggest we get some rest. We'll be at

Sentinnel III in about 70 hours, so you have plenty of time."


Aisha looked up excitedly, "You mean we're going to get Jim?"


"Yes" Kaalo stood up from the commanders chair and was about to go to the ships

living quarters, when suddenly he grasped the side of his head and grunted in pain.


"You okay?" Aisha asked.


He composed himself. "I'm fine" he again tried to get to the living quarters, but the

pain returned, only far more intense. He had to lean against the wall of the ship to keep from

collapsing.


"What's wrong with you?" asked Aisha, now with concern in her voice.


The pain again subsided. He didn't say anything, just staggered a little ways and fell

face first on the floor, unconscious.


Aisha stared at the now prone Kaalo and shook her head. "You're just full of surprises

aren't ya?"



~~~~*~~~~


Memories. Memories haunt us all. Some are heartbreaking, some are just a

nuisance, while others are the only possessions you have that make you happy. Whatever

they may be, good or bad, you always subconsciously know that they will stay with you

forever, no matter what. So you take them for granted . . . or at least I did.


My name is, or was, Joseph Cantri and my life, every bit of it, had returned in one

torrent. All that was too much for my mind to take in all at once, and I passed out.


Whilst I laid on the floor, unconscious, I relived every moment I had ever

experienced.


I could remember everything, except the last couple of years were still a bit of a blur

to me. But there are some things that were clear during that time. Pain. Indescribable,

terrifying, pain. The other thing that I remembered was far worse then pain.


My parents, and my brother were murdered right in front of my eyes. Heartbroken, I

wondered why? The answer to that would come later.


My next sensation was that of someone slapping my face very hard. I opened my
eyes


to see Aisha on top of me bending over me with actual worry in her eyes. She had unmasked

me, I assume, to check my pulse and now asked me if I was alright.


I didn't answer. How could I? I had just witnessed my family slaughtered and if

there was one person I did not want to see me vulnerable, it was her.


I shoved her away, got up, and hurriedly walked to the living quarters. Upon

entering, I made the quick discovery that there was only one room with five beds. Such

perfection. To put the cherry on the parfe', Aisha was going to be my roommate for three

days. So much for not being vulnerable.


I plopped myself down on the nearest bed, and entwined my fingers in my lap, feeling

emptier then the void itself. I didn't have anything or anyone. No one cared about me, no

one needed me. I had no reason to live. If I were to die, would anybody notice? Would

anyone even pay a passing glance to my grave? No on both counts. And who did I have to

blame for this?


Hazanko.


He was the one who had my family ripped to bloody shreds. He was the one who

made me endure the pain! I vowed that day to do exactly the same to him, Christ as my

witness! And once I had, my shell of a life would end and death . . . could only be my

liberation from this prison.


It was at that time that there was a soft knocking on the door.


"Go away." I growled. It would have sounded more intimidating if my damnable

voice hadn't cracked.



Despite my wishes, Aisha entered and sat beside me.


"What in the hell happened back there?" she asked.


My first impulse was to insult her intelligence and tell her to go away, but that

wouldn't help anything, and, hell, what did I have to lose by telling her?


I told her who I used to be and I was, in my view, a cyborg, engineered to kill. I

showed her my various weapons and gadgets. I explained my extracting of the self-destruct

and that that was how the Marl Fox met it's end. I told her why I had bothered to "save" her,

why I had collapsed, and finally . . . of my family.


As much as I tried, I could not stop the ever-so smallest of tears from welling up in

my eyes.


For what seemed like years, neither of us spoke, then she broke the silence "I'm

sorry" she said quietly. In a comforting gesture, she put her arm around me. I knew this was

hard or her to do and I appreciated it.


"Aisha" I said.


"Yeah"


"I was wrong about you, you're a better person than I said you were." I admitted.


She nodded, then said "One more thing. . ."



"And what's that?"


"Can I call you Joey?"


In spite of all that had happened, I smiled.




Awwwww, wasn't that sweet? Well, I thought it was. Anyhoo, as always R&R,
comments, criticism and flames are welcome. On a personal note, I would like to thank
everyone who reviewed, and I'd like to thank fanfic writers everywhere who put so much
hard work and dedication into their stories ::raises shot glass in honor::

BTW does anyone know where I can get OLS on DVD cheap? I've had to watch
cartoon network (berate me if you want) to actually write this. Pathetic isn't it? If you guys
could help me, I'd be grateful.

Kuratagi